Found
a loose cigarette
that fell out
of a pack..
into that liminal
dimension
where it laid
for many weeks..
unnoticed by me.
Only to then
find its way
right back.

One problem
though.. already
I have quit.
There’s only
one solution to
this problem..
so it seems.

And …

My love,
I plead to you..
don’t let me go.
Though I may be
as cold to you,
at times, as early
January snow.

Though I have done
and said things
that I still
badly regret..
know that I see you.
For The All of you.
Indeed.. I see …

I am afraid..
that if I ever
fall asleep
I may just
never wake.

Or better still
find out
that none of it
was real.
Merely a dream
through which
I sleep-walked
wide awake.

Or better yet
find out
that I’m suspended
in a loop
of waking up
to …

Number 9.
My number.
One.
My number.
Won.

I get to see
another..
sunrise.
Get to see..
another
setting..
of The Sun.

My number.
Nine.
My number
1.
My number?
g0ne.

Tomorrow
number..
than today.
So very fun.

Is this not life?
Just waiting.
Introductions
layering unto
themselves.

We’re waiting.
What is it
we’re waiting
for?

Might it be
verse
or chorus?
Nay.
Just waiting.
Waiting.

Just for Death.

I hear a ringing!
Better answer it
right now.

Or maybe wait.
What’s all this
rushing for?
Who do they
take me for?
A clown?

Or maybe soon
or maybe never
when it’s far
too late.

I hear a ringing!
In which ear?
My dear!
I thought
you …

I call
the number
that I dialed
so many times.

I hear a beep..
and then another
beep.. a-many
beeps.. arranged
predictably in time.

Alas, we never know
how many beeps..
are left.
before our call
they finally
maybe accept?
But is it really
beeps.. ad infinitum

when the number …

Flicker, flicker.
Salt and pepper.
Summer snow.

If a tree
falls silently
amidst a forest..
what is there
for us to know?

Static, static.
Crimson panic.
Signal lost
to noise.

Nothing, in truth.
The Tree that falls
in time becomes
one with its food.

The Soil.

From lofty heavens
fell The Devil,
as a seed
unto The Earth.

Many moons
dwelled he
in darkness
‘fore his tendrils
could sprout
forth.

Many suns
both rose
and fell
before his
branches
could bear
fruit.

Many fallen ones
his roots absorbed
to nourish coming
of his deepest truth.

His …

Let us linger
in each other’s
peri-space.

Rub together
boundaries
constructed
by our brains.

Somewhere I end..
where you begin?
How many feet
apart?

Our geodesics
length is merely
distance of
our hearts.